Over the Garden Wall
Took over the garden wall to see
The gardens your neighbors grow;
Open your heart, and give them a part
Of some rare seeds you sow.
Our Hands and Hearts raise every day
A crop of Heaven or Hell,
The soul, engrossed in love of self,
Grows only cockles well.
The gardens your neighbors grow;
Open your heart, and give them a part
Of some rare seeds you sow.
Our Hands and Hearts raise every day
A crop of Heaven or Hell,
The soul, engrossed in love of self,
Grows only cockles well.
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